Feeling defeated, down on my luck Nothing in my pocket but a couple of bucks Looking for a sign, somebody tell me when I just wanted to feel alive again Then I heard my story in a choir’s hymn Dropped to my knees and gave it all to Him It took His touch before my eyes could see God wasn’t finished with me My vices had taken a hold of my soul Every wrong turn kept digging the hole So I started writing what I couldn’t say Not knowing where I’d go, just where I’d been that day Then I heard my story in a choir’s hymn Dropped to my knees and gave it all to Him It took His touch before my eyes could see God wasn’t finished with me Sitting in a six-by-eight, waiting on judgment Certain that my life had finally come undone Then I felt that warmth fall across my face Light through the darkness filled that little space I thought that cell was where my story would end But God was already teaching me how to begin And I heard my story in a choir’s hymn Dropped to my knees and gave it all to Him It took His touch before my eyes could see God wasn’t finished with me Still not done with me And I’m not done with Him Every day He gives me Is another chance to begin I lost nearly everything But I finally learned to see Praise be to God— He wasn’t finished with me
